Where do I begin telling you about my weekend?
To say it was everything I wanted in a final girls’ weekend would be doing it a grave disservice.
We cruised into Myrtle Beach early Friday afternoon, threw the car in park, and took off for the water.
Once properly refreshed, we turned to more important things.
Tipping our faces toward the sun and letting our end-of-term stress slowly melt away into the warm, damp sand.
Hydrating in the classiest (and most mature) way possible.
And, when all else failed, people-watching.
It’s a longstanding school tradition that after the last final ends, we escape to the beach to blow off some steam. With this many people partying, playing music, and the general ensuing chaos…we were never short on amusement.
Each day passed in similar fashion. Morning dips in the ocean to wipe away the scars of the previous evening’s debauchery. Cat naps in the sun. Watching the day slowly fade away over the horizon.
Each night saw us dancing to live bands, carousing around Main Street, and exploring the local late-night diners.
Sadly, despite all the denial we could muster… Monday morning arrived all too quickly and the weekend came to an end. Myrtle joined with us this morning as we bid our tearful goodbyes, fervently promising to call once a week and trying to squeeze all our love into each hug.
The storm followed us seniors all the way back to school where we’ll wait for this weekend and the next round of festivities: Graduation.
I cannot thank my friends enough for all the laughs, hugs, and general banter of the weekend.
What did everyone else do? Anything exciting?
